Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Corrugated, beef and wild

A corrugated iron roof within camera range near the bus stop in Groombridge. Groundsel and moss.
Could I suppose by a forest on a remote planet.

A walk to the butcher to pick up a joint for a regular visitor from America who demands roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. It is a pleasant walk past hedges and fields. But when I arrive at the shop I remember that they deliver orders. I could have stayed at home with chores. But I realise that I would hot have missed the walk.

Thinking about the bluebells which have invaded our small garden ( I had resolved to tolerate them) it comes to mind that they must be the strident Spanish bluebells which are threatening our more gentle native variety. I'll have to get rid of them once they have flowered or I fear that they will take over. Meanwhile I think about the wild flowers which I have encouraged to occupy corners of beds and space under the hedge. Their number surprises me: woodruff, alkanet, lesser celandine, creeping jenny, sweet cicely, Welsh poppies (garden escapes but uninvited nevertheless) and dog violets which have flourished this year.. Daisies and dandelions are discouraged. Butter cups too with their insidious root system, although to day I photographed a crowd of them in the rough grass of The Grove where they only give pleasure.

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Compasses

Following their Handbook for Explorers collaboration on the Compasses site (link below), Lucy Kempton and I are working together on a new venture, Questions. This is a series of poems submitted by each of us alternately, and prompted in the case of each poem by the previous poem and a new question. It is a process of adventure and discovery. Join us for the ride.http://www.compasses-lucyandjoe.blogspot.com/